Lyrics:
Swizz Beatz
Up in the motherfuckin' Dogghouse
Eastside shit, you know this finna be a monster
Godzilla
[Goldie (Kokane)]
(Everywhere I go!!!)
a killer, a lil' ass gee
See, I knew it wouldn't be long
They got your ass stretched like Stretch Armstrong
In the one-man cell, it got'cha thinkin'
great
Tickets here are second rate
Cell reception is a little spotty
Say hi to my neighbor Dottie
Oh, there is so much to do
Like Mowing the lawn
Granting self inhumation as gesture to be free
Giving their souls donation respawn beneath the tree
Worship the master created aside the promised
locked in a cell He still call me through a cell phone
Switches on them huh Bullets ripping through this Teflon
I don't got no ops cause all them bitch
lost it all
My final brain cell banged against the wall
Just one more day
Tomorrow maybe I'll wake up and say, "Enough"
And I'm not myself, I am
a form of cells
Into a form of cells
Prudent shake in shells
Iridescent disgrace
I’m not afraid of Sun anymore
Under The Earthquakes
Hustle, mother
Your
of thousand men
Survive; the only way is kill or be killed
Some say they came at night from the army base
A biohazard cell of living death
When zombies rise
beneath rotting away in this cell
Fragments that remain, sanity, slipping away is the cure for it all
Cure for it all, cure for it all, cure for it all
workin' it
Workin' it
Soon you will be dancing face-to-face
With the limits of ambition and the scars of the marketplace
Welcome to the land of flame
Spent too much time with myself
Got lost in eyes on my shelf
I'm losing time in my cell
When I want to get to you
Spent too much time with myself
Got
toys, getting nice, enjoying your life
Is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around their neck in jail cells naked
Heaven
i got you now under my skin
im tryin not to give in
i know that youre no good for me
but free of you ill never be
i cant sleep at night
lost all
power line, my cell phone died
I don't even know your number
So I drive all the way
to Winnipeg
And I could be anywhere
I could be anywhere under
Think about it too hard
Hope I don't blow a cell
And I ain't even talking jail cells he getting bail
Tell them boys to drop them off
He wasn't riding
wild as a kid, grew up blazin 'em right
I'm in a - little cell I call my soul lately
It's been a - givin me hell and my heart is screamin, "Don't
a smile will flag me down
Sadly I've learned there's no truth in comfort
Well-being stems not from love
Anguish proves to be my only means of solace
high school
It felt more to me
Like a jail cell
A penitentiary
My time spent there it only made me see
That I don't ever wanna be like you
I
You will always be mine
You and I are starlings
In a murmuration
We are locked in flight
Crystallised
You will always be mine
Our hearts
I'm here in a old motel
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
I'm sleeping in a bathroom cell
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
I wake up in the morning
I be in the hood, I be in the trap
I be with the shooters, I be busting straps
I be i be with them killers
I be with them dealers
I be with them
to the cell and Jesus couldn't be found
Somebody paid his bond and they figured he skipped town
So let this be a lesson whether you're running the streets
real
I'm who, Mike Jones, WHO? Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned
2-8-1, 3-3-oh, 8-zero-zero-fo'
That's my cell phone number, hit me
Out of six million sperm cells
I came in first and won a warm moving body
a warm moving body, a warm moving body
I came in first and won a warm
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